Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The Dragon King of the West Sea personally handed Wu Tian a divine dragon seal engraved with the four ancient seal characters "Master of the Divine Dragon Palace," which contained part of the Dragon King's authority and vast magical power. He also gave Mo Yuqiong many earnest instructions.

"My dear son-in-law, Qiong'er, the journey to the Western Sea is fraught with peril, and you are surrounded by powerful enemies. You two must work together and support each other."

"When you return from the Western Sea, I will arrange your marriage."

"Yes, Father." Wu Tian bowed respectfully.

"Father..." Mo Yuqiong glanced at her father with a hint of coquettishness, her pretty face becoming even more charming. However, since it was a farewell, she was also a little reluctant and gave a graceful bow.

"Father, you must also take good care of yourself."

The Dragon King of the West Sea nodded. "Alright, the time has come. Let's not delay any longer and set off as soon as possible!"

"Father, then Qiong'er and I will be leaving."

Wu Tian said goodbye, then gave the order, "Let's go!"

At his command, the sound echoed in all directions.

Three thousand sailors responded in unison, transforming into streaks of light.

Nine pure-blooded dragons pulled an extremely magnificent imperial carriage, resembling a mobile palace, parting the waters of the East Sea and heading towards the West Sea under the watchful eyes of countless people.

Inside the imperial carriage, the space was spacious and the furnishings were luxurious.

Pearls serve as lamps, warm jade carpets the ground, and exotic fragrances waft through the air.

Wu Tian and Mo Yuqiong sat facing each other.

Through the beaded curtain, Mo Yuqiong gazed at the magnificent seascape and the accompanying navy rushing past, remained silent for a moment, and then turned to look at Wu Tian.

"Brother Tian, ​​what will happen on this journey to the Western Sea?"

Wu Tian toyed with the divine dragon seal in his hand, which contained immense power, and upon hearing this, he raised his eyes to look at his nominal fiancée.

She was dressed to the nines today, and her beauty was even more radiant, though there was a hint of worry in her blue eyes.

A smile curved his lips as he released the divine seal, reached out, and gently grasped Mo Yuqiong's soft hand resting on her lap.

"Qiong'er, don't worry." He said slowly, his voice deep and powerful, "Although the situation in the West Sea is tense now, my Divine Dragon Palace is not without support and backing."

"Let's work together to guard the Divine Dragon Palace and ignore the outside troubles. If anyone dares to bully us, I will take care of them."

"All you need to do is be my beautiful wife!"

A warm and strong touch came from her palm, and she heard her fiancé's slightly teasing words. Mo Yuqiong's body trembled slightly, and her cheeks flushed. However, she did not pull her hand away. She just lowered her eyes, murmured "Mmm", and let him hold her hand.

She thought to herself, "No matter what, I'll belong to him from now on..."

Beyond the imperial carriage, the vast blue waves surged like dragons.

Inside the imperial carriage, light and shadow swayed, and the warm glow of the pearl cast an ambiguous veil over this private space.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the East China Sea, outside the window is an endless expanse of blue waves and sky, where time seems to stretch out infinitely.

At first, Mo Yuqiong maintained the reserve of a princess and always kept a proper distance from Wu Tian when they were together.

Wu Tian wasn't in a hurry. While the two were chatting, he naturally leaned over and pressed his skin against hers, their fingers touching.

Even if Mo Yuqiong was naive, she could tell that her fiancé was intentionally getting close to her. This dragon girl had been raised in the Dragon Palace since childhood and had never experienced anything between men and women.

How could she resist such teasing? With Wu Tian's close embrace, her ears quickly flushed red, but she didn't immediately look away.

That subtle tremor and forced composure were more captivating than any straightforward response.

Three days later, Wu Tian finished his meditation on the soft couch, and his magical light slowly receded as he looked at Princess Yuqiong, who was studying the map of the Western Sea by the window.

Mo Yuqiong was extremely worried about the situation in the West Sea. When the West Sea Dragon King suppressed the Divine Dragon Palace, he could naturally ignore many other small forces and only focus his attention on Yaochi, Little Western Heaven and Ten Absolute Islands.

But now that the two of them are stationed in the Divine Dragon Palace, they have to take other forces into consideration, especially those with the combat power of True Immortals.

"The Four Saints of Chaotic Rock Island, the Evil Dragon Overturns the Sea, and the Unorthodox Sects Connect the Mountains..." The more carefully Mo Yuqiong examined the power distribution map of the Western Sea, the more terrified she became.

The ones she just mentioned are all true immortals, including gods, immortals, demons and monsters. It's a real mixed bag, which is a real headache.

"Hmm..." Mo Yuqiong was focused on the map when she was suddenly pulled into an embrace. A tingling sensation ran up her spine. She let out a soft moan, her body went limp, and she held onto the window frame.

Wu Tian had appeared behind her without her noticing, his arm firmly around her shoulder, his warm palms radiating warmth through her thin palace dress.

"My little wife, have you been looking at maps for so long? You're working so hard, it breaks my heart."

His voice was low and gentle, right next to her ear.

Mo Yuqiong bit her lower lip, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings. After a brief moment of stalemate, she finally followed his strength and slowly rested her head on his firm shoulder.

The delicate fragrance wafted into Wu Tian's nostrils, and his smile deepened. He naturally raised his other hand and gently combed her long, azure hair, his fingertips tracing her sensitive earlobes and the side of her neck.

A slight tremor and a soft, yielding sensation ran through the delicate body in his arms.

"No..." Her voice was barely audible, but she made no actual move to push him away. Instead, she buried her burning cheeks even deeper into his clothes.

Wu Tian chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through his chest, making Mo Yuqiong's ears burn even hotter. He didn't stop what he was doing; his fingertips slid down her graceful neck to her chin, gently lifting her up.

"Why are you hiding?" he asked in a coaxing, husky voice. "Let me take a good look at you."

Mo Yuqiong was forced to tilt her head slightly, meeting his deep, smiling eyes. His gaze was almost tangible, burning across her eyebrows, eyes, and nose, finally settling on her lightly pursed lips.

Her heart pounded like a drum, and the mountains, islands, and power markers on the surrounding map blurred and faded away at this moment, leaving only his approaching presence.

"Husband... my lord," she tried to remain somewhat conscious, but her voice was weak and feeble, "I haven't finished looking at the map yet..."

“Maps are nothing compared to you.” Wu Tian ran his thumb across her lower lip, feeling its softness and coolness. “I’ll take care of all the troubles for you. Now, you just need to look at me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he finally lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her lips.

Mo Yuqiong froze, her mind going completely blank. His aura domineeringly invaded all her senses, both cool and scorching.

Seeing that she was just staring at him with wide eyes, her eyes filled with a captivating glint of tears, Wu Tian felt an overwhelming surge of affection and could no longer hold back. At first, he was gentle and persistent, but as he sensed her awkwardness and compliance, he gradually guided her into a more naive response.

Mo Yuqiong's grip on his clothes gradually weakened, turning into a soft, clinging embrace.

So this is what intimacy is all about—it's so intoxicating.

After spending several days in close proximity, most of the estrangement between them melted away.

Although Mo Yuqiong is still shy, she is no longer alarmed by Wu Tian's occasional affectionate gestures, and has even become accustomed to his closeness.

That night, a magical tide suddenly rose at sea.

Without warning, the calm sea surface surged with mighty waves, even affecting the enormous imperial carriage specially made for the East Sea Dragon Palace, causing it to rock slightly.

The glow of the pearl lamp on the table swayed, casting flickering shadows in the room.

At this moment, Mo Yuqiong was being held in Wu Tian's arms. Her eyes became increasingly unfocused as the waves swayed. As a true dragon, she was naturally not afraid of the wind and waves. On the contrary, she felt an indescribable excitement and exhilaration amidst the storm.

Wu Tian's hand, which was on her waist, moved slowly, his palm gently caressing her flat and slender abdomen beneath her soft palace dress, making her heart race with a slow, circular motion.

With each rotation, you could clearly feel her abdominal muscles tighten slightly, and her breathing became a little erratic.

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her already red earlobe, his hot breath spraying onto it, but he spoke the most serious of all: "Before I left, I went to pay my respects to my mother. She gave me a scroll of the Golden Dragon Clan's secret dual cultivation technique. Qiong'er, would you like to try it with me?"

Mo Yuqiong was so ashamed that she felt like she was burning up. She buried her burning cheeks in his chest and unconsciously clutched his clothes.

She remained silent in the face of the wicked hand lingering around her waist and abdomen, tacitly acquiescing to this unsettling yet addictive approach, only letting out a few muffled sobs, whether a protest or something else, it was unclear.

The next moment, a warm, powerful, and pure magical power flowed from Wu Tian's palm and entered her body.

"what……"

Mo Yuqiong felt warm and light all over, as if she were soaking in the most comfortable hot spring. Her limbs and bones felt indescribably relaxed, and even her soul felt a kind of intoxicating numbness. Her consciousness seemed to float on the clouds, and she was too lazy to think.

While her starry eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes trembled, and her mind wavered, Wu Tian quietly slipped his fingertips into her wide sleeve and slowly moved them upwards along the smooth, soft, warm jade-like skin on the inside of her forearm.

Her breathing became noticeably rapid, and a very soft, melodious moan escaped her throat, as if protesting this increasingly aggressive intrusion.

But the slightly trembling arm that didn't pull back, and the increasingly soft body that leaned against her, seemed more like a silent consent and invitation.

Meanwhile, deep within Wu Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

The dragon pearl, obtained from the Third Prince Moang, floated quietly, with strands of incredibly pure blood essence being continuously extracted and refined.

The ancient incantations of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the Ruyi Golden Cudgel) Dharma image, as vast as a starry sea and as mysterious as a celestial book, continuously absorbed and expelled the essence of blood, which then flowed, died, and recombined at an unprecedented speed.

In every instant, thousands upon thousands of incantations disintegrate into the most primitive and authentic rune light, and then, in the next moment, following a certain law, they recombine and imprint themselves on the dark rod.

As time goes by, the Daoist essence of the Ruyi Jingu Bang technique becomes increasingly profound, ancient, and majestic, as if it is shedding acquired impurities and drawing closer to the innate Dao and principles.

While embracing the gradually softening and all-consuming beauty in his arms, enjoying the smooth and warm touch on his fingertips and the gentle trembling of her body, Wu Tian focused most of his mind on refining the Dragon Pearl and cultivating the "True Method of the Illustrated Explanation of the Divine Treasures of the Sea".

His cultivation level surged silently and rapidly in this tender and beautiful atmosphere.

By the fifteenth day, the journey had entered the territory of the Western Sea.

The seawater deepened in color, and a chilling, malevolent aura and chaotic energy from the Northwest Continent seeped into its spiritual energy.

Inside the imperial carriage, however, the air was warm and filled with a rich fragrance.

Mo Yuqiong has long lost her original upright demeanor.

At this moment, her hair was slightly disheveled, her pearl hairpins dangling askew, and her long, azure hair spread out like seaweed on Wu Tian's lap and beside the couch. The front of her magnificent palace dress had been mostly unbuttoned, revealing a pale yellow undergarment embroidered with lotus blossoms, and large expanses of skin that shimmered with a faint, lustrous sheen like fine jade.

Wu Tian let her lean against his chest, one hand reaching inside her loosened clothes, the other hand lingering down her smooth waistline through the layers of her skirt.

The force was clearly transmitted through the fabric, causing Mo Yuqiong's delicate body to tremble violently.

Her eyes were hazy and glistening with tears. Her once cool and stunning face was flushed with passion. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breath was sweet as orchids. She was as soft as a pool of water.

Wu Tian played with it casually, but his eyes were calm and profound.

After half a month of cultivation and refinement, the dragon pearl in his body was almost completely digested. Ten days ago, he had already completed the fourteenth level of cultivation of the "Illustrated True Method of the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Treasure".

The blood essence within the Moang Dragon Pearl was even more abundant than he had imagined; it now seemed sufficient for him to perfect the fifteenth level of his cultivation technique.

At this moment, the cultivation technique had reached its final stage. A surge of immense power resonated and merged with the incantations on the Golden Cudgel's image, emitting a grand Dao sound that only he could hear.

Just then... a cold, mechanical system notification sounded in my ear.

Ding! System notification: You have completed the fifteenth level of the "Illustrated True Method of the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Treasures". Your Five-Clawed Golden Dragon bloodline concentration has increased. The incantation of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) has been reorganized, and its power has been greatly enhanced. Please check the details yourself.

The moment the notification sound ended, the dragon ball inside Wu Tian's body completely disintegrated, and the last wisp of blood essence merged into the golden cudgel's dharma image and disappeared without a trace.

Instead, the image of the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) became increasingly ancient and heavy, subtly creating a mysterious connection with the surrounding vast sea.

"Finally, it's completely refined..."

Wu Tian silently chanted in his heart, but his hands did not stop moving. Instead, because of his great progress in cultivation, his aura rippled slightly, causing the jade-like woman in his arms to writhe and whimper uncontrollably once again.

However, at that moment...

Boom!!!

Outside the imperial carriage, the once calm Western Sea was suddenly engulfed in a raging torrent! Dark, inky clouds gathered out of nowhere, obscuring the sky, and a violent hurricane whipped up waves as large as mountains.

A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air, and a long spear, its entire body wreathed in dark demonic energy and seemingly capable of sucking away souls, slammed down from the high clouds, its target the Nine Dragons' Imperial Carriage.

Before the guns even arrived, the chilling killing intent and violent pressure already enveloped the surrounding area, causing the formation of three thousand sailors to shake violently, and many of the weaker aquatic creatures coughed up blood on the spot.

"Hahaha! Is the Divine Dragon Palace deserted? They actually sent a greenhorn like you to oversee the West Sea? I heard you even brought a beautiful fiancée with you?"

An arrogant and haughty dragon roar, accompanied by a rolling demonic sound, shook the sea. From within the dark clouds, a ferocious black dragon head emerged, its eyes bloodshot and filled with cruelty and greed.

"Die! Your life, and your fiancée, I'll take them all! I just happen to need a female slave to warm my bed, hahahaha!" (End of Chapter)